|Nothing to do with todays post, just one of my favorite pictures. Grandaughter|
Allana (7 years ago) with her Papa, my hubby Keith.
Starting early the cars, trucks and vans start cruising up our long driveway. They take their time checking out the Ennis the horse and Doolin the
They stop to let a group of ducks pass and slow awhile a peacock chooses to walk up the lane right in front of their car. When they get to the Y in our drive we can tell all we need to know. If they speed up and Head straight for the barn...they're a regular. They will fill their jugs with milk, rinse the spigot and wash off the rubber mat.
If they head towards the store and promptly get out they are also a regular. They will get their meat and eggs, soap and flour, leave money or checks in the cash box pet the Great Pyrenees on the head and head home.
But if they go right at the Y and curve towards the house, it's a newbie. A customer who heard about us and thought they'd finally make the trip. Sometimes they are from Chicago (2 hours north) or Campaign (1 hour south) or Bloomington (1 hour south west) or Indiana (1 hour East)
They are rarely from our howe town of Chatsworth, just 1 mile away.
No we're not offended. We have a couple regular customers from close by but not many. Folks are weird that way. Always thinking the eggs and meat and flour and milk is better on the other side of the fence.
Thus, the reason for my commitment to shop local for the other stuff I need, even if I pay a little more or get less in the way of variety. Small towns quickly become ghost towns when we think its better to spend more in gas to get less in the way of customer service and product guarantee.
And where else can you get a little parade of 6 week old piglets to run alongside your car as you come up a farmers lane? So thanks all of customers who came by today wherever you came from. These two farmers are extremely appreciative.